Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

5

"Zain! This boy is such a darling!" Trisha exclaimed from the room that was next to Zain's. "Wake up, Sonshine!"

Zain woke up from the sweet sound of his mother's voice. Earlier that day, Harry had been lurking around and soon when he sensed the boxer's mother had woken up, he decided to lurk into the kitchen and make the mother the most delicious waffles with berries and chocolate syrup, scrambled eggs and some little muffins. It didn't take that long for him to prepare the food since he was excellent at multitasking. Harry didn't forget about Zain. He made the man a thick layer of garden omelet, a little bowl of red kidney bean soup-the best you'll ever have-and fried potatoes on the side.

Zain rubbed his eyes, but his lips formed into a smile once he saw his mother become fond of Harry.

"How did you learn how to cook so well?" The mother asked.

"My mother taught me, I suppose...I watched her when I saw little and I guess I learned how to." Harry smiled as Trisha ate with enjoyment.

"Where is your mother?" She asked.

"I," Harry paused for a moment. He tilted his head a bit to put his quick mood swing down and took a breath in,"I don't like speaking of it, but she's just...in a better place."

"Good morning, Mum." Zain interrupted, purposely. He looked at Harry whom was wearing one of his white shirts and black pants. Boy, was Harry's hair a mess-but he looked so breathtaking. The boxer sat down near his meal, quickly digging in and his stomach was in love. Harry still didn't eat-it had been seven day since he did.

"Did you eat, Harold? This is divine!" Zain complimented. Harry simply nodded-lying. His stomach grumbled out the response. Zain knew he was lying, but didn't want to point it out in front of his mother. Once he was about to go into the medicine cabinet, his mother spoke up,"Harry gave me them already, Zaynie. I gave him permission. The boy woke up early. Unlike you, Sleepyhead."

"Harry." Zain mumbled softly before looking at the tall boy. He's generous. That's rare. Thought Zain. "Thank you." He told Harry. The boy gave a tired smile.

Harry went to go back to bed, but Zain arrived with the tray of food,"please, you need to eat." Tired wasn't the appropriate word to use-Harry was exhausted. The boy shook his head, declining Zain. The boxer sighed and sat on the bed which Harry was on,"you're so...I can see it just by looking at you that you feel so hopeless. Please, Harold...Harry...I'm going to start crying, you need to eat."

Harry looked down. He had no urge to swallow even the tiniest crumb, but just for the stranger in front of him, he ripped off a piece of Zain's omelet in his mouth, slowly chewing. His throat wouldn't let him swallow it,"I'm not hungry."

"You'll die if you keep this act up!" Zain grew furious.

"Act," Harry repeated. The word stung. His foster father used that word on him quite frequently. "Sorry I'm acting. Sorry if I throw up when I eat." Harry shook his head lightly to himself in disapproval of the boxer and stared at his own lap.

"Boys! You two should see if you guys can get a job at the WPA!" Trisha called out from her room.

"I'll see today, Ma." Zain said as he watched Harry carefully. "I won't eat either." He told Harry. Zain placed the tray on the smaller drawer next to the bed. Harry kept quiet. Malik knew the boy was deep in thought. He started playing with Harry's little strands of hair that were on the back of his neck, which caught Harry out of guard,"life has its reasons. Your life started out...awfully, but you have a purpose. You make people like my mother happy. There are people who would've adored you if your foster father hadn't forbid you from it. Everything happens for a reason. You're gonna be happy, Kiddo. The one big problem you've had is finally out of your life... doesn't it feel like a million pounds of weight had been lifted off of your shoulders?"

Harry listened to Zain's words, nodding at the question. With a little smile, the boxer, out of the unexpected kissed the boy's cheek,"Come on Little Man, get a little nap and then we both can try to get a job at the WPA."

Harry knitted his eyebrows together. Did...this handsome boxer in front of him just kiss his cheek? Surely that meant something. Did it not? Harry only met him just a day or two ago...Time doesn't matter does it? Life is short anyways...Here goes nothing... Harry nodded and pulled Zain down on the bed with him. Without a word, they both, once again fell asleep in each others arms.

(Doooo you guys like this book so far ? I really hate school btw... I'm probably the most loneliest person in my school or even town.)